Mason blinked. What in the...?

"Trampoline floors?" He repeated, a little too mockingly. He tried to recover and cleared his throat. "I mean, don't you think that coulld be a little... dangerous? Mason could just imagine all the robed ministry workers bouncing through the corridors and spilling their coffee and puking their doughnuts.

Mason had his own ideas. He lifed his paper up slightly in front of him. " I was thinking more about plants and trees around the halls, more floral arrangements on tables and front desks. You know, just add some color to the place." He said with a slight nod.